It was rare to reunite, rarer still to recognize one another again, so naturally they had much to say.
But with that glaring red scar across the sky, Wei Yu thought dealing with the matter at hand should come first.
With so many people present, he kept reminding Cheng Beiluo through pointed looks and hints in his words.
Yet Cheng Beiluo seemed unable to understand those looks. He only reminisced with his sectmates, never mentioning the rift, as though he had forgotten what he had said earlier.
Gradually, the other cultivators of the Flowing Radiance Sword Sect noticed something was amiss, let alone the surrounding cultivators who were already brimming with resentment toward him.
"What is wrong with the Flowing Radiance Sword Sect? They seem utterly unable to sort out their priorities. Why talk about the past at a time like this? If they want to reminisce, they can do it to their hearts' content once this is over and they've gone back."
Perhaps because their anger had nowhere to go, some began speaking with barbed sarcasm. "With a face like that, he still thinks he can return to his sect? Won't they surround him and kill him to silence him the moment he leaves this secret realm?"
"Hah, I'm just saying, I suspected something was wrong with him when he ran away earlier. Every other magic beast went berserk, but he alone stayed normal. Then he came back claiming he could mend the rift passage. As far as I'm concerned, he's strange inside and out. This man can't be trusted."
"Maybe he secretly struck some deal with those ten people. Otherwise, why is he the only one who seems free of their control?"
There was never any shortage of malicious speculation in a crowd. In a bizarre setting like